Just a towel

“Oh wow! That was quick!” exclaimed Ms. A as it seemed like her eyes lit up when I showed back up on the doorstep. And as I was in her presence again, I couldn’t help but notice that she underwent a change in attire.

There she stood, a woman in her mid 40s opening the door wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around her nude body. Her hair and skin was dripping wet, presumably because she just got out of the shower. And I couldn’t help but notice that the towel she was wearing had some limitations. For starters, the towel only covered her chest all the way down to maybe a couple inches past her shapely butt. Not to mention, she was showing off an absolute ton of cleavage, which is understandable given that I don’t think any towel on earth could fully cover those massive boobs of hers. But the limitations didn’t stop there. I noticed that the towel was a little tight wrapping around her body. She was able to tie the smallest of knots by her right side, but even so, the towel created a 2-3” slit that ran all the way down the right side of her body, offering absolutely zero coverage of her bare skin..

Mesmerized by what I saw, I was rendered speechless as I’m pretty sure my jaw started to gape open. Suddenly snapping out of it, I replied “Oh yeah, umm. I decided to do just a quick trip. I got everything from your list” I said as I reached out to hand her the grocery bag.

“No kidding! I barely had time to finish showering!” Replied Ms. A. “Well thank you for doing that! Now come inside! I’ll put these groceries away until we’re ready to start cooking dinner” continued Oliver’s mom as she started walking back in the house towards the kitchen, with me following not too far behind. “And I guess in the meantime, you can feel free to hangout as you please! Make yourself at home” continued Cindy as she pointed out that I can use their tv to watch some shows or movies or whichever I please.

And after walking no more than 5 feet into the house, I felt that the highlight of my summer was potentially getting better and better. Not only was Cindy wearing just about the tiniest of towels, but her hands were occupied as they cupped underneath the paper grocery bag. Her skin and towel were still damp from her shower, and with each stride of her walk to the kitchen I was starting to witness some vulnerabilities that a heavy damp towel might have in providing good coverage as it slowly started to wiggle its way down.